Crisptones Band

Got my hands in my pockets just walkin kickin a stone
no better way to face the day than on this old road
day dreamin, walkin along, whistling to a tune, an old country song
Something about how she done me wrong

Its cold this morning but the air is clean
the sky is bluer than this boy has seen
Its so clear I do believe
I could see both ends of the San Joaquin
Just like I did back when I was a kid
Walking down this same old road

This road takes me to place in time
Those golden memories play on my mind
That old country livin back on a farm
Daddy doing work up at the barn
My brother and I throwing stones wearing out our arms

In a mile or so this old road ends
I see the houses up ahead where the city begins
I do believe that its good for the soul
To take a walk down this old dirt road
Take some time to think bout years ago
Walking down the same old road
Walkin down this old dirt road 30 years ago
My ma, my pa and my brother Rob, sisters Tam and Diane,
Cousin Boa and my uncle Joe we all walked down,
We all walked down this old road